I don’t know what I should call this sentiment affection. Vague like a dreaming cloud, gentle like a foggy smoke. It was thought to be true, but false and when I suppose it’s false, it’s really true…
Love ? It seems that I don’t love you…
When someone speaks of you, I’m sitting there with eyes turn away from where they had been, concentrating so hard on my work. I don’t wanna know you. And I don’t care anything ‘bout you. I don’t have any ideas that every morning you attend class 15 minutes earlier than the other classmates and at the end of the lecture, you leave class 5 minutes later than those in our class. I don’t remember your birthday, just have a vague memory that you’re 2 months, 11 days older than me. And every time I look at the jingle music box that you gave me on my birthday, it reminds me of the time when we studied together in our class, I was a little bit frigid and when I received the very lovely present from you with my chilly manners and my apathetic “thanks” , I felt myself so unreasonable. Yah, I don’t love you, love is just like a cloudy smoke.
“Smoky love” makes my eyes stung. There was a day when I saw you beside the Secretary on the way you and she were going to a charitable society team. And I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep on that night, looking at the sky, seeing a lonely star, thinking I was just like this lonesome star.
Love ? I don’t know whether I love you…
Every morning, I hesitate what kind of shirt I should wear. You like blue and orange, don’t you ? At last, I choose an orange T-shirt. Noone knows this, even you. Every nights, when I have returned home from a very hard working and studying day, the only one thing I wanna do is picking up the phone and hearing your voice but my ego stops me from doing this….
“Smoky love” warms my heart. In the cold winter days, seeing you with your lovely motorcycle in front of my part time office – The Youth Cultural House – waiting for me, I suddenly feel how beautiful life is…
Love ? I’m not sure ‘bout myself anymore
Whatever happens till then, what you have brought me, I’ll never forget and I’ll keep them as my best memory ‘bout a “smoky love”…
Love ? It seems that I don’t love you…
When someone speaks of you, I’m sitting there with eyes turn away from where they had been, concentrating so hard on my work. I don’t wanna know you. And I don’t care anything ‘bout you. I don’t have any ideas that every morning you attend class 15 minutes earlier than the other classmates and at the end of the lecture, you leave class 5 minutes later than those in our class. I don’t remember your birthday, just have a vague memory that you’re 2 months, 11 days older than me. And every time I look at the jingle music box that you gave me on my birthday, it reminds me of the time when we studied together in our class, I was a little bit frigid and when I received the very lovely present from you with my chilly manners and my apathetic “thanks” , I felt myself so unreasonable. Yah, I don’t love you, love is just like a cloudy smoke.
“Smoky love” makes my eyes stung. There was a day when I saw you beside the Secretary on the way you and she were going to a charitable society team. And I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep on that night, looking at the sky, seeing a lonely star, thinking I was just like this lonesome star.
Love ? I don’t know whether I love you…
Every morning, I hesitate what kind of shirt I should wear. You like blue and orange, don’t you ? At last, I choose an orange T-shirt. Noone knows this, even you. Every nights, when I have returned home from a very hard working and studying day, the only one thing I wanna do is picking up the phone and hearing your voice but my ego stops me from doing this….
“Smoky love” warms my heart. In the cold winter days, seeing you with your lovely motorcycle in front of my part time office – The Youth Cultural House – waiting for me, I suddenly feel how beautiful life is…
Love ? I’m not sure ‘bout myself anymore
Whatever happens till then, what you have brought me, I’ll never forget and I’ll keep them as my best memory ‘bout a “smoky love”…
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